When You Are Gone

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The sunshine has died.
Let’s return to our dark lairs.

The heart drains slowly.
Planes freeze in mid-air.
Clocks go silent, goodbyes slur.
Denial turns a surgeon.

Flowers outshine a eulogy.

The mind dressed in black,
settles into a coffin,
finding the escape of sleep.

When people step away,
questions step in.

Who will toll our bells,
fight our battles,
guard our breached walls,

stop songs past from
turning into listless loops,

missing words, reason,
and answers we so loved.

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